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she/her————pro-life————Christian————climber of rocks, trees, and rooftops----reader of poetry, Antoine de Saint Exupery, Pam Munoz Ryan, and Anthony Doerr "She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." -Louisa May Alcott
A voice echoed down the halls Its booming sound rattled the glasses in the cabinets And delicately painted porcelain clattered to the ground in shattered pieces
My footsteps echoed on the cold wooden floor And my hands tore at the vintage wallpaper The heavy sound of my breathing in my ears
Was this how it always been as a child Back when I had hidden Knowing the giant would soon come if I couldn't make it to the bath in time
I remember the fear, I remember the thrill But I don't remember the heavy feeling in my stomach As I close the door behind me with a bang
I see the portrait of me in the foyer But I keep on going Until I fall down on the dewy lawn
And cry salty tears I'm scared, isn't it that Not that old childhood fear but a real fear
Fear of the unknown Would those gnarled hands wrench into his rusty old car Would he just strangle me
Was this the end Are these my last words "Goodbye cruel world."
I swipe away the tears With a soft hand And whisper again
Hell I'm coming Heaven... I'm not worth it, am I
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